A firm slap to her ass was all the reply Delia got, as Chaffer continued to quicken his pace. The fleshy thorns on his cock were brushing her insides in a way that had to be felt to be believed. Suddenly, the pressure in her backside began to increase, as if... no, did he actually have a knot? Glancing over her shoulder, sure enough, the base of his cock was beginning to slowly expand. Well, that was all the proof that anybody could ask for, that Chaffer was enjoying himself. However, it also meant that she'd have to pull away if she didn't want him to get locked inside her.
The outfit that Marenzi had given Aloni was quite the sight, to say the least. The white tank-top hugged her breasts tightly, as did the mini-vest that went over it, and the green micro-skirt that hung from her hips barely made it halfway down her hips. Topping it off was little green beret, and a brown sash that went from shoulder to hip and was covered in tiny patches depicting people in various sexual positions. Anyone with any knowledge of earth culture could see that it was a highly fetishized girl-scout uniform. The getup had included no underwear, leaving Aloni's nethers on display for anybody who happened to be sitting at the right angle when she walked.
When she got back, Marenzi looked her up and down, before smiling. "Looks good on you. Now just do what the sub-director over there tells you to, and you'll be fine. Now, get over there, you two, they're waiting," she instructed.
"Man, I wish I was filming that scene," muttered the camera-man, next to Umi, as he scoped out Aloni. The guy was so distracted, that he didn't notice the camera focused on Delia's ass getting stuffed was beginning to slip to the side.